Prologue
James Sunderland had already endured a life time of pain and suffering in his life, and yet it seemed as if fate was not yet finished with him.
As the dense fog hung and lingered through the the air, James was lying on a deserted street, unconscience. His dreams were changing rapidly between his memories of Mary and Laura and of a sleepy town thats covered in rust and darkness.
Then his dreams changed to an image of Laura, and she looked as if she was at a funeral. Her face was made of sorrow as she looked gravely down at a faceless body.
Next to the body was a headstone with crack right in the middle. It was barely ledgible,but the only thing that could be read just after the crack was
Mary...
Then the eyes of the body opened and a rotting hand burst forth towards Laura...
And then James woke violently from his nightmares.